Page Turner

Wow.  What a page turner!  Well, I know my life is because to know what happens next someone would need to turn the page.  Ok, many might read the summary on the back and put the book back on the shelf.
But not me.  It is like I am there!  I am actually.  I feel every twist and plot turn.  How does it all end?  Well, I am not there yet, but I have a good feeling.  I know I will get to the end of the book.  I won’t die wondering what happens.
I have found it interesting so far.  I would have not predicted what has happened, but it sure keeps me engaged.  I do know I have heaps to be thankful for.
Growing up in this country for a start.  A quick look around shows me I have it pretty good.  Yet even despite that I find things to complain about.  It may be a cliché but it is true, if I’d just look around, maybe I would realize I have very little to complain about compared to most.
Still it seems to be true that comparative affluence comes with it’s own set of problems.  But from what I have read and in talking with others, I am not alone in feeling a sense of need.  Rich or poor, bound or free, all of humanity is incomplete.  But I would definitely prefer to be rich and unhappy than poor and unhappy.  Actually I prefer not to be unhappy and have done something about it.
Growing up in the family I did, is something I am thankful about too.  Sure there was divorce and the usual teenage angst but I did know security and love.  That has got to be a plus.
I am thankful I am vertical too.  I may be agog seeing what is happening, but I am thankful to be around to see it.
I sure did not see the chapter that had the tumour and stroke in it coming.  I am glad the main protagonist (namely me) made his own “what next.”  There is much I cannot control.  I don’t worry about that.  I work on what I can control and there is enough of that to keep me busy,
I am also thankful for friends.  It seems everyone likes to make out they have it all together.  But I have found others are just like me.  Scratch the surface and a different story emerges.  There have been those unwilling to admit the façade was not real and they are always the poorer for it.  It becomes obvious long term.
I am grateful to have met people like me who acknowledge imperfection.  Maybe going about with a “woe is me” look, and a “I don’t have it all together” look all the time would be a bit hard to take.  But I do like honesty.  As much as I can that is what I strive for.  If others can help me along the way I am happy, and if I can do the same, I am happy.
I know this book is not a stand-alone thing.  It is not a one off.  When I have finished this one there will be another one.  It promises to be way better.  I may not know all the twists and turns of this one, but it is up to me how it ends, and I aim to end it well so the next one starts well.